Honesty Sucks

I've been lying to you. I've been lying to me. I've been telling the world a lie and I finally recognised it for what it is. A big, fat, ugly lie.

It's been a month since we last spoke, Since promising words were whispered under a clandestine moon. It's been a month since my heart was filled with dread that it would be our last, not realising it was.

I thought I was passed it. I thought I had moved on and healed. The sobbing shower tonight told me different. The words, "I hate him!" screaming through the streams of water spoke a truth I didn't even notice until now.

Promises were made...promises that had been broken many times by others but sworn to never be broken by him. Words and thoughts and hearts were exchanged with the vision of being forever tied together. Little did I know it wouldn't take much to break them. I thought they were strong as steel but they were as weak as a a spiders web in a raging summer storm.

You see, everything was perfect. I was happier than I have ever been in my life. I was with someone who validated me, who treasured me for who I was and not what he wanted me to be, and who thought I was more brilliant than a lightbulb. I was treated more precious than gold or silver.

Who would have thought it would take a small wrinkle in life to turn it all around? I'll admit; I'm not blameless. I could have done something more substantial to make things work, but I felt like I needed to honour my word and wait three years. I was content with that because I knew it would take us that long to keep getting to know each other, and each other's families. It would give everyone a chance to accept and realise it was the real thing and not some passing fancy.

Little did I know it didn't take much to bring it crashing down around us. A petty threat made by one who understood nothing, let alone me and my intentions. A nasty comment about my "inappropriateness" and "need for therapy" was all it took. How dare they? How dare they make judgments without even knowing me? How dare they question my integrity for the sake of appearances and ill gotten opinions? How dare the words, "It's not about you" pass by when it was all completely about me and the fact that I was older in years? We all know I act my age and some *sarcasm*. We all know I'm the epitome of maturity. *rolling my eyes*

It all boils down to one factor: I wasn't worth it. Fear overtook promises and won. It wasn't even a battle to be honest. It was a surrender. He hoisted that white flag up so high he probably smacked himself in the face with it. He caved to their wishes and did exactly what they wanted instead of keeping his word.

Here's where it gets personal for me: Will I ever be able to trust another person again? Will I ever matter enough to someone to stay with me? Will I ever be worth fighting for?

I'm done lying to you. I am broken. I thought I was bent but it's much worse than that. If you saw my naked emotions you would see a gaping wound covered by a thick wall of protection so no one can ever hurt me again. I can't imagine ever being that vulnerable to someone else again.

I find it ironic that me, a person who believes in fairy tales, happily ever afters, true loves first kiss and the prince on the white steed who delivers it would fall prey to loneliness and utter betrayal.

I'm learning my story has a different ending. Maybe my fairy tales is filled with me and my bunny having fun frolicking in fields. Maybe my happily ever after is working at a homeless shelter, soup kitchen, animal rescue center. And maybe my prince on the white steed is watching my children be the men they need to be; the men I raised them to be.

I may never find love again, and I may need to learn to be content on my own but that doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. But it doesn't mean I'm quitting either. I'm still me. And I'll still "fake it till I make it" because I'm still an Englebright, and Englebright's Go Big or Go Home.

Silent Screams

When all you can do is open your mouth and pray a sound comes out. Clutching a drenched pillow in the moonlight as your heart wails to the stars. 


His brow furrows and her lips purse seeing that vacant wild gaze you sweep upon them. You hear them before the sound even reaches their lips. 


You fail. 
Your fault. 
You die. 
Worthless. 
Expendable. 
Cheap. 
Failure. 
Retched. 
Undeserving. 
Unloved.



You know these words. They are the song tattooed on your heart. They resonate in your soul like the beating of the drums. Slow. Steady. Strong. Consistent. 


You dream of a far off time when the sun would catch your lips and the breeze waft through your hair as if it were spun silk. 


You remember when your soul laughed and the tears that streamed down your face weren't from anguish but joy and contentment. 


You run around blindly searching for the one who might comfort you. Whose arms are strong enough to block even boulders from crushing your heart. Pushing through the weeds and filth of your existence you realise your search is in vain. 


There is no Great Comforter. There is no where safe. There's nowhere left for you to run. 


Your existence is final. You have been chosen as the least acceptable and it Has Been Written. 


Falling to your knees in defeat you know it to be true. Despair has hit you like a ton of bricks; knocking your breath away and settling around you like a death shroud. 


Go ahead.
You know you want to. 
You just know you can't. 
No one will hear you. 
No one will care about you. 
No one will notice...your silent scream.

Forgiveness

Earlier this year I met someone and when we connected I thought, “This is the last guy I ever date, whether it works out or not.” Let me tell you something, dating SUCKS ASS. Like majorly. I hear these stories of how people had life changing issues, got back on their feet and BAM! The dating world opened up to them like a geyser. They met all these people, had all these adventures, and things were just swell for them. So I get it in my brain that's how it's going to be for me. NOT!! Oh my goodness. It was awful. I seriously thought I would need a tetanus shot or rabies vaccine after some of the dates I went on.

Then I met this guy. We talked for hours. We connected. We laughed. We disagreed. And we agreed on so much. His voice was the first thing I heard in the morning and generally the last thing I heard at night. I was hooked.

Then I started noticing things. Nothing blatant or obvious, but small nuances that would pop up and cause me to take a step back and look quizzically at things. Small things I soon learned to ignore. You see, one of my biggest characteristics is being a perfectionist. I look at myself and expect perfection, and because I know I'm far from it, I don't even try. I look at others and think of how things should have gone or should have been said for it to have been a perfect situation. So when in a relationship I really struggle with red flags versus my idiosyncrasies popping up. I ignored the red flags and kept on trucking. Maybe red flags are too strong? Yellow? Orange? Regardless, things weren't right and I struggled significantly with them.

Soon I began to cling to the small beauties that popped up occasionally. Validation of my opinion. Punny texts all through the night. Frustrating concern when my safety and my sons safety were in question. Those small gestures became life lines and I didn't even realize I was drowning. The rest of the time I felt was spent placating rants and frustrations just to keep from being the focus of them. And of course waiting patiently for the attention I was apparently never going to get.

When it was over and I was left bewildered and confused I realized I really shouldn't be. I saw the signs. I knew what was going on. I just chose to ignore it because I was enamored by this person…this creature would could turn mundane discussions about comics into a full fledged debate over which is better, DC or Marvel. Who could bring clarity to a crazy situation and walk me through it. He had his great points. And he had his not so great points. And it was only when I realized it was over that I could look at everything about him, good and bad, and understand why it didn't work out.

And guess what I learned? Not a bloody thing. Surprising huh? Not really. Because it all boils down to one concept. He is an imperfect man and I am an imperfect woman and the likelihood of us being perfect together was slim to none. I could sit here and pick him apart and tell you every little flaw and irritants that I discovered but what would that prove? Nothing. Because that's not why I'm here. I'm here because I've come to terms with the loss of what I thought we had as opposed to what we DID have.

I'm here to say three words: I. Forgive. You.

And I'm free to say those words because I've finally forgiven myself for all the mistakes I made and all the dorky things I did to push him away. I'm finally free to move on with the knowledge that I'm not perfect, no one is perfect and to expect perfection only leads to disappointment.

And that's it. Nothing special. Nothing fancy. Just that simple message I hope one day he can accept.

Because it's true. I do forgive you.

The Appeal

It took another man to walk away with nary a word for me to realise something about myself. I hold no appeal to the opposite sex.

Now, this isn't necessarily a bad thing. I decided at the beginning of the year the last I was dating would be the last. And he will be. But it took his absense for me to notice my lack of appeal and what I'm going to do about it.

You see, I'm too liberal for the Christian guys and too conservative for the more liberal thinkers. Too matronly for the younger guys and too immature for older men. Too into football for the geeks and too geeky for the jocks. Too smart for the industrial man and too shallow for the intellects. I'm too loud and outgoing for the quiet man, but too much of an introvert for the outgoing life of the party. I'm funny enough for the dry guy but not witty enough for the class clown. I'm chaste around the boisterous man, but too shocking for the modest guys. I'm loving and kind and honourable and organised. I love animals and my own children and willing to open my heart to his. I fear adding "a true submissive woman" because it can be misinterpreted as easily walked over and that's far from it.

I spent a lot of time looking for the right guy that I forgot how to be the right woman, not realizing she was there all along.

You see, I was never looking for a jock, or a geek, or someone smart. I was only looking for someone who loved me. Who wanted to be with me and who invested himself in me whatever way possible. Someone who thought I was worth it.

I quit looking for that person. Instead I AM that person. I love who I am. I enjoy who I've become. And I think I am so worth every effort I put forth and more.

I'll grow, and I'll mature and I'll make mistakes along the way. But I will never lose sight of who I am and how much I'm worth. Never again. If someone wants to join me on this journey, so be it. But if not, I'm fine taking it solo.

As for what I'll change about myself? Not a bloody thing. And if you love me, and if you value me as a person, a woman, a sister in Christ, you won't ask me to.

Thank you for loving me. And thank you for letting me love me too. I love you all dearly and love sharing my journey with you.

The Best of Me...and The Best of Me

So for lent I decided to give up romance novels, and last week was Easter so I was able to go back to them. I decided not to. I was able to think and realise why I read them and why they became so important in my life.

 

For one, they were a great way to pass time. If I was sitting around and wanted to read something that didn’t require too much brain power, I would read a romance novel. Most are simply written and rarely do I read one that I end up perplexed and have to go back and re-read passages.

 

And as a single woman they were a way to fulfill a fantasy. I’m not shy; I’ll admit it. I would read those books and picture myself with a man like that and if I’d be happy with him. Some men were too alpha for me, some were too weak, some just too perfect and others too flawed. There were a few that I thought I could see myself with and found myself looking for that man instead of looking at the men in my life. I would put those characters on a pedestal and forget they were fiction. It was dangerous and I didn’t realise I was doing it until I stopped reading the books.

 

As for how the removal helped my relationship, it didn’t. But that’s okay. The end of any relationship sucks and hurts but if I didn’t learn anything from it, it would be for naught. And I learned that men in real life are soooo different than book characters and if I had the choice I’d pick real men every time. I learned that men aren’t as cognizant about things as I am, but that doesn’t mean they care any less. It just means they think differently.

 

I also learned that I am not ready for a relationship. At least right now. And not because I don’t want one, but because it’s not time. When it’s time, it will be because God says so, not because I do. I wish I figured this out before I got hurt, but that’s more my fault than anything.


I take this back. I AM ready, but it wasn't the right time with the right person. Someday it will be, and that's because God will say so, not me.

 

I am incredibly thankful for this experience, and grateful I am able to continue my life without romance novels. Oh I’m sure I’ll read one here and there, but for now I’ll just focus on other things.

 

Thank you for reading my life journeys. I can’t do this without you. Any of you.

So Many Books, So Much Time

I can’t remember a time in my life when I couldn’t read. I always had books
around me. When I was sick nothing made me feel better than a thick stack of  books at my bedside. When I was sad, curling up with a happy book was sure  to change my mood. If I wanted to understand how cat’s whiskers helped with their balance, I read the encyclopedia. Reading was, is and will always be a huge part of my life.

When I was younger The Baby-Sitters Club, Sweet Valley Twins, Boxcar
Children, Fabulous Five and Goose Bumps were my favourite go to books.

As a teenager I graduated to Sweet Valley Twins, VC Andrews, Christopher Pike, historical nonfiction and Dean Koontz.

Now I tend to focus on whatever I can get free on my Kindle. When I buy books they run from teen novels like Percy Jackson, The Hunger Games, Divergent or slightly more adult themed like James Patterson, Dan Brown, Tom Clancy, Michael Crichton, Patricia Cornwell…

Then there’s the romance novels I tend to read and we’re going to focus on those for a bit. The typical theme of a romance novel is pretty much the same. Strong, aggressive Alpha male meets quiet, meek, virginal female. Occasionally we’ll see a strong willed, assertive woman who tends to turn her man on with a sharp tongue, unfiltered mouth, and/or physical strength that he can’t help but admire. All is right in the world until some sort of misunderstanding/issue/lack of communication…whatever…occurs. Then all hell breaks loose, they dramatically part ways and drag their best
friend/parents/children down with them. Eventually the crisis is resolved
and every lives happily ever after.

Just about every romance novel on the market is like this whether of the Christian genre where they are pure as the driven snow or into BDSM like 50 Shades of Grey.

As a rule, books are supposed to be an escape from reality. Where the reader can pause life for a few hours and immerse herself into a story that takes her far away from her problems and then return her safe and sound ready to refocus on life again.

The problem lies when we immerse ourselves in these stories and then try to apply them to the real world. I have found myself in this dangerous trap and now have to claw my way out before it’s too late.

I’ve realised I have placed expectations in my relationships that are just ridiculous and completely unrealistic. I have forgotten that men in my life make mistakes, are human, and don’t respond to me the way they do in the books. My frustrations are because they aren’t following the script I have set before them. Don’t they know that when I say, “Oh I hate Valentine’s Day! Such a waste of a holiday!” I really mean, “I really wish someone would show me how romantic  Valentine’s Day can be with the right person!” Uhhh…no. LOL People tend to take others at their word and if you say, “I don’t like…” or  “I would prefer…” they’re going to believe you!

“But in the books the men read between the lines and understand what the woman isn’t saying!”

Yeah…and the books are generally written by a woman who is molding her images of the “perfect man”. I’ve done that too in stories I’ve written and ended up laughing at myself at how unrealistic my characters are. :D

However, because I’ve fallen into this pit, I struggle with deciphering between fact and fiction. I find myself not just overthinking but applying the “Am I being unrealistic or is he being a jerk?” to just about every situation I’m in and it FRUSTRATES ME! Life should not be this complicated.  God did not intend for it to be this complicated. We as people make it this way and it’s quite unnecessary.

I keep telling myself, “God is not the author of confusion. If I’m confused about something then a) I need to continue to pray for clarity or b) I need to remove myself from the situation.” So far I haven’t received option B to be applicable so obviously I’m the problem; not the situation.

Not only do I apply characteristics of fictional people to others, but I have found I apply them to myself. I feel like I’m supposed to react a certain way towards people, or feel a certain way when I’m around them and find myself disappointed when it isn’t the case. I’ve probably friend zoned myself more times than I can count because of this. I thought certain things were supposed to make me happy and when other things did I figured it was all wrong and moved on.

So, with my newfound knowledge that real life is NOT like the books I feel like I can make a fresh start at life. I can look at my relationships as they are instead of what I think they should be. I can set my own standards and should anything deviate from them I can assess them accordingly and not just throw out the baby with the bath water.

And this is very freeing. I realise I have very high standards (ridiculously high) and can now make more realistic choices and accept people for who they are; not for how I think they should be. This means accepting everyone warts and all, including myself.

I’m not going to be the perfect friend/girlfriend whatever, but I am going to be myself and love others for themselves.

So on this first day of Lent, I have decided to give up reading romance novels for the next 40 days. I hope it’ll help me focus on the new discoveries I’ve made and focus more on my relationships as they are and not what I expect them to be.

I understand that anything can happen and I’m okay with that. Regardless I’ll know I did everything I could to focus on realistic relationships and if I fail, all I can do is learn from it and move on. If I succeed it’s going to be one amazing relationship. Hahaha!

Wish me luck, my friends. I’ll surely need it…or will I? ;)

Day 5 - What's In My Purse???

This one was SUPER fun to do. Minus the crumbs, gum wrappers and receipts from 1998, I give you, the contents of my purse. :D

1. This is what it would look like if you just dumped my purse out. I don't like things floating around so I tend to keep things in their own little places.

 

2. Car keys are kept separate from house keys. I've locked myself out of the house too many times when getting my car repaired to not do this.

 

3. The Great Big Book of Everything!!! Seriously, if it's not worth writing down, it's not in this book. Planner, notes, dates, ideas, lessons, scriptures...all in this book. With a stylish matching pen as well. :D

 

4. My Bible. Yes I have a regular Bible, and yes I have a few apps on my phone, but this is so I know I always have His Word with me and can get the pleasure of flipping through pages instead of scrolling through screens.

5. This is my beauty bag. Lip glosses, nail care, eye drops, and feminine supplies that I really didn't need to take out of the bag. :P

 

6. My pen bag. I have just about every writing utensil needed in this bag. Pen, marker, highlighter, pencil...I'm prepared. :D

 

7. This is my wallet. Pretty self explanatory IMO. :P

 

 

8. My whatever bag. Ear buds, phone charger, vapor pen, Q-tips, Zippo lighter, flash drive, pocket knife, gum, and vapor juice. As helter-skelter as this bag is, I dig into it the most.

 

 

9. And the things that don't go into a bag, but are necessary IMO. Hospital employee badge and lanyard, tissues, trail mix, and change wallet.

 

 

So there you have it. The ever exciting contents of my purse. :D

 

 

 

Day 4 - What Do I Remember???

I am known to having the best memory in the family. If anyone needs to know dates, names, phone numbers, addresses...whatever, they come to me. So when I sat down to recollect my earlier memory it was a struggle. We're told we don't actually remember early childhood memories but the story told by those who witnessed it. I'm sure that's the case many times but this is about MY first memory.
I was about 2 years old and we were living in Alaska at the time. My brother and I were home and my grandparents were visiting. My brother and I were at the top of the landing when we headed down the stairs. I was wearing something for bed having either just woke up or on the way to bed. Miss Independent that I am and always was, I decided to take the trek down the stairs by myself. And down the stairs I went. Rolling. All the way to the bottom.
Come to find out I broke my leg. It wasn't detrimental. A little green stick snap, which healed nicely and I was happy as a lark. The details are sketchy but rolling down the stairs is definitely my first memory.
There are many out there I'd love to share with you...another time, perhaps. ;)

Day 3 - Sweet Titanium

Day 3 - Sweet Titanium

Today is the day I'm supposed to explain Sweet Titanium to my captivated readers. Today I'm supposed to search my soul and bare it all to explain why two words that mean nothing separate can mean the world when put together.
First let's address what a conundrum the two words are. When we think of sweet we think of cotton candy, soda, lollipops, gumdrops and a succulent cheesecake drizzled in strawberries. Titanium is cold, hard, metal, ungiving, strong, powerful. The words have no association together, until you add me to the mix.
In essence I too am a conundrum. I am sweet to those I love, know and hold dear. I am strong when they need me and I can be there for them. I am a prissy woman who adores the colour pink, fluffy bunnies, football and beer. I squeal and giggle until someone messes with my boys then I am a savage mother bear protecting her cubs. I declare my independence to the world while longing for someone to lean on occasionally. I want to convey my strength for what it is, and not as a bully or bulldozer. To show grace and kindess when the world thinks I should shun and turn away.
Because I am all of these facets all rolled into one, I felt I needed something that reflected the best of both worlds. My strength and my heart.
So yes...

I Am Sweet Titanium.

Day 2 - 20 Things About Me

For Day 2, I'm supposed to share 20 things about myself. This is no particular order and I realized I'm pretty weird. Hahaha! Enjoy getting to know me. :P

1. My favourite sodas are Strawberry Sunkist, Cherry Coke, and Cranberry Ginger Ale. 

2. I can type over 100 WPM on a normal QWERTY keyboard. 

3. I love 80's music. 

4. I'm a Star Wars, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Lord of the Rings, and Disney kind of nerd. Okay, I'm not kind of a nerd. I AM a nerd. And love every geeky moment of it. :P

5. My favourite person in the Bible is Esther/Hadassah and my favourite book is James. 

6. I’m a die hard Dallas Cowboys fan.

7. My favourite colour is pink. Preferably on the fucshia side.

8. My dream date is to watch the Dallas Cowboys slaughter either the Giants or Redskins while noshing on beer and hot dogs.

9. I prefer fantasy and sci-fi books and movies. 

10. My favourite song is "At This Moment (What Did You Think)” by Billy Vera and the Beaters. During my first year of softball, our very cute assistant coach sang it at a talent show and I've loved it ever since. 

11. I have an unhealthy obsession with office supplies and Tervis cups. I would probably swoon more over a stationery set than a diamond necklace. And a Tervis cup full of markers and pens would bring me to tears.

12. I was adopted at 6 weeks old. I never met my birth mother or her family. I have an inkling of who she is and hope to one day meet them all. 

13. I learned how to drive a standard transmission in down town Littleton Colorado on the freeway. Talk about a crash course!

14. I was baptized twice. Once in Hawaii by my brother and then again by my pastor in Illinois. 

15. I don't like my food touching. If it touches, I probably won't eat it. Drives my family nuts around the holidays. :D

16. I hate short hair. I've cut a total of 30 inches off to donate and will never do it again.

17. I was in a commercial when I was like 7 or 8 for the Girl Scouts. I'm sure there's a copy of it floating around somewhere. 

18. I love being part of a large extended family and wish we could see each other more often. 

19. I always wanted to live in Colorado. Next choices after that are Napa Valley, Wyoming and Seattle. 

20. Tom Hiddleston is the only man I would leave my future/non existent husband for. 

This was a LOT harder than I thought it would be. :D

Day 1: Introduction

Hi! I'm Katy and welcome to my blog. :)

I'm trying a "30 Days: 30 Blog" series so we'll see how it goes. :P Today being day one is introduction day. :)

I started a different blog when I thought I had all kinds of fun and interesting things to share about life with two boys. Alas, it was fun and it was interesting but I noticed I was doing a lot of soul searching and finding teachable moments in my own life. So this one is for me. My thoughts, my dreams, my wishes, my triumphs and my defeats.

As of today, I am 36 and the single mother of two boys, Quinton 18 and Jordan 15. I've worked at a local hospital for the last ten years and absolutely love it. I hope to one day finish my psychology degree so I can work with Wounded Warrior Project or some affiliate and help those suffering from war related PTSD.

I am also the proud mother of two adorable bunnies, Scotty and Shiloh. Sherlock blessed us for a brief moment in time and then binkyed his way over the rainbow bridge to Jesus. We will forever love and hold him in our hearts until we see him again.

I'm not sure what I'm going to focus my entries on. This may just end up being a soundboard for my rapidly flowing thoughts and crazed musings I conjure up in the wee hours of the night.

Regardless I hope you as the reader learn as much from me as I learn from writing.